(Author's POV)
Amelia lunged forward, not wasting any time as she pulled the hoodie off the man. Her pupils dilated, in shock, in confusion.
Vienna, sort of yowled, her voice sharp, shrieky, "Amelia~ …. what do you think you are doing?" Stomping her feet towards Amelia, she yanked at her arm. The action was so sudden that Amelia ended up losing her balance and came crashing down on the dirty land. Her already messy clothes were stained with mud. The scale of her tattered appearance dropped significantly.
"I~ … I~ …. thought~ … he was," Amelia's voice came out small as she stared at the person's face. From the build of the person, to the feeling she was having, she thought it was Denver, but fortunately~ …. It wasn't. There wasn't even the slightest bit of similarity between the two. There was even a scar on that person's right cheek.
